At the entrance of Sihang Warehouse, the first soldiers who rushed to the door looked at the dark door with some anxiety. It was this dark door that swallowed the lives of more than 10,000 Japanese soldiers, but it was like an invincible black hole, still
Not satisfied.
The Japanese now call the Four Lines Warehouse the Tengu Warehouse. Anyone who comes near the warehouse will be devoured by the Tengu. Some of Japan's more superstitious officers even began to pray to their Amaterasu to save them.
"Ishida-kun, shall we charge?" A thin Japanese soldier holding a weapon, leaning on the bumpy wall, asked in a low voice another Japanese soldier who looked a little older next to him.
The Japanese soldier looked around. Most of the people were already leaning against the walls of the warehouse, waiting for the next attack.
"Xiaojima-kun, there's something wrong with the Tengu warehouse. We'll rush in a little slower!"
The Japanese soldiers are very nervous now. They don’t know what kind of trouble is going to happen at Sihang Warehouse. The firepower of the warehouse has been reduced by more than half. There were only more than 20 Japanese soldiers who fell during the charge just now. Most of them were injured. It was really too heavy.
Relaxed.
More and more Japanese soldiers rushed to the entrance of Sihang Warehouse, preparing to enter Sihang Warehouse. A Japanese officer was shot in the arm. He covered his arm and squinted his eyes: "Attack!"
After hearing the order, the Japanese at the wall rushed into the warehouse uniformly. At the same time, more than a dozen grenades were dropped from the second floor of the warehouse, landing at the feet of the Japanese who followed.
"boom!"
"boom!"
A series of explosions sounded, and the following Japanese, including two Japanese named Kojima and Ishida, who had not yet entered, were hit by grenades, and a group of people fell down.
The Japanese who rushed into the building were not lined up to be shot like their predecessors, but there were still two machine gun positions facing the windows and the door. The rest of the place was very empty, and no Chinese defenders could be seen.
"Brothers, the Japs are coming! Kill the Japs!"
Zheng Shijue roared loudly, and all the defenders on the first floor who could stand up got up from the ground and rushed towards the Japanese soldiers who entered the door.
Among the people who charged, there was one person who was very special. He had no hands, but his legs were still there. With two grenades strapped to his shoulders, he rushed towards the place where the Japanese were most densely populated without hesitation.
The Japanese soldier saw a Chinese soldier rushing over. He did not hold a weapon, but he still raised his gun and fired. The wounded soldier was shot twice. After that, he withstood the impact of the bullets and kept himself from falling.
When the wounded soldier rushed into the Japanese crowd, he opened the safety of the grenade with his mouth and stumbled to the ground.
"boom!"
"boom!"
Two explosions were heard, and the soldier had disappeared. The Japanese soldiers beside him also fell, about twenty of them.
Some wounded soldiers put on Japanese military uniforms and lay in the middle of the pile of corpses, waiting for the Japanese to approach, holding pistols or grenades in their hands, waiting for the Japanese to approach.
"boom!"
There was another explosion in the building, a wounded soldier fired a grenade, and four Japanese soldiers were taken away.
The Japanese soldiers who entered the building went crazy. Although they did not encounter a strong firepower net, they were blocked by the Chinese army lifelessly. They were completely exchanging one life for another without caring about anything else.
"Devil, devil, these people are all devils!" A Japanese soldier saw with his own eyes a Chinese soldier on the ground suddenly stood up and rushed into their crowd with a grenade.
The surrounding Japanese soldiers had no time to react and were killed directly. The soldier looked at the Chinese soldier with a pistol in one arm not far away. Even though he was hit by five or six shots, he still kept firing.
Class, I couldn't help but take a few steps back, a little bit back, my eyes full of fear.
"Come on, little devil!"
After Zheng Shijue hacked three Japanese soldiers to death with his only remaining hand, the sword that was originally full of gaps was now completely broken, leaving only half of it, but no Japanese around him dared to move forward. Not only that
, but slowly retreated.
"Come on, Japs, grandpa is right here!"
Zheng Shijue shouted again and pointed at the retreating Japanese with half of his sword. But at this time, a Japanese soldier suddenly raised his gun and fired at Zheng Shijue.
The bullet hit Battalion Commander Zheng's abdomen. Zheng Shijue just frowned slightly, swayed slightly, and still kept his tall body and continued to yell: "Come on!"
Although the Japanese soldiers didn't know what Zheng Shijue was yelling about, they were frightened by his momentum. The Japanese soldiers who fired looked at Zheng Shijue who was shot and didn't do anything at all. He yelled at them and staggered step by step.
, stepped back, finally touched the body on the ground, and fell to the ground.
The Japanese soldier immediately went crazy and crawled backwards using his hands and feet.
Now the Sihang Warehouse has fallen into an eerie calm. The machine gunner has emptied the last bullet chain and is busy replacing it. The Japanese soldiers are caught in a dilemma.
In front of the Japanese are a group of remnants, but it is this group of people. Now the Japanese do not have any confidence to defeat them. This group of people seems to be blown down by the wind at any time, but this group of people is also like a roly-poly.
Defeating them is impossible.
After the battlefield became eerily quiet, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out. The machine gunner changed his ammunition and aimed his gun at the place where the crowd was the densest.
The sound of gunfire broke the eerie calm, and the Japanese fell one after another, causing the Japanese soldiers who were just about to give it a try to become chaotic again after seeing their comrades being shot dead.
"kill!"
Zheng Shijue roared again, and walked forward firmly step by step, step by step, slowly walking towards the Japanese soldiers in front. He faced dozens of Japanese soldiers alone, without a gun.
There was only a broken sword.
But that's it. Every time Zheng Shijue took a step forward, the Japanese soldiers took one step back, one step, and one step. Finally, the Japanese turned their heads and fled from the Sihang Warehouse like crazy.
"Monsters, monsters, the people in the warehouse are all monsters that cannot be killed!"
A frightened Japanese soldier ran out of the warehouse. He had lost his weapon and fell to the ground before taking two steps. The image of Zheng Shijue walking towards him one step at a time kept reappearing in his mind.
They even saw Zheng Shijue suddenly turning into a giant, and the broken knife in his hand was magnified infinitely, and he slashed hard on their necks.
The Japanese retreated. More than 700 people attacked the Sihang Warehouse. There were only more than 30 defenders on the first floor. They repelled this wave of Japanese attacks. It sounds unbelievable, but they did it.
The Japanese were afraid. The five consecutive days of attacks had left a shadow in the hearts of the Japanese. Now more Japanese soldiers were unwilling to approach the Sixing Warehouse and often fired from dozens of meters away. Only a hundred people actually rushed in.
There were more than 100 people, and some of the more than 100 people were taken away by suicide attacks by desperate wounded soldiers, and the rest were the frightened Japanese soldiers.
In the warehouse, Zheng Shijue watched the retreating Japanese soldiers until all the Japanese soldiers had withdrawn. He could no longer hold on and fell backwards, falling heavily to the ground.
"battalion commander!"
Several soldiers beside him immediately rushed to Zheng Shijue's side: "Batalion Commander!"
Zheng Shijue grinned and kicked for air. He stared at the roof, loosened his grip on the sword, and slowly turned his head to look at the soldiers beside him: "Xiao Zhou, have all the Japs withdrawn?"
"Well, withdraw, battalion commander, let me bandage your wound!" Zhou Heidan limped to Zheng Shijue and took out a piece of cloth cut out of a Japanese military uniform from his pocket.
Things were handed over.
"Okay! You'll prepare two grenades for me later!"
"Sir!"
Zhou Heidan looked at the battalion commander. He knew what his battalion commander was going to do. He lowered his head and was unwilling to take out the grenade.
While Zheng Shijue was dressing the wound with simple gauze, he raised his head and looked at Zhou Heidan: "Why are you standing there in a daze? Bring me the grenade!"
Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander and shook his head firmly: "Battal Commander, leave the Japs to us to kill. You can just treat the wounds here with peace of mind!"
"Kill you!" Zheng Shijue hit Zhou Heidan's head hard, causing the wound. After taking a breath of cold air, he looked at Zhou Heidan: "I'm like this, can I still be saved? The devils are here to replace me.
Just two Japs will do, go find me two grenades!"
"I don't!"
"Believe it or not, I'm going to kill you!"
Zhou Heidan looked at his battalion commander, wiped his tears, and turned his head stubbornly: "Even if you kill me, I won't give it to you!"
"You won't give it to me, right!" Zheng Shijue said, reaching out, grabbing the body of a Japanese soldier and pulling it to the front, reaching out and pulling down the grenade from his waist.
However, due to the excessive range of movements, the expression on the person's face was a little distorted. After Zhou Heidan saw it, he immediately stretched out his hand: "Sir, just lie down and don't move, the wound is bleeding again!"
"Zhou Heidan, your wings are hard, right? Either give me a grenade, or I will bleed to death right now!"
After hearing Zheng Shijue's words, Zhou Heidan was crying and took out a grenade from his pocket and handed it over. Only then did Zheng Shijue smile appear on his face: "That's right. Okay, don't cry. I'm a man."
, Death is not terrible. It’s a pity that you didn’t leave. By the way, you also have a few grenades hidden in your arms. Take them out and divide them between two. I’m afraid one of them won’t kill a few Japanese!”
"Sir, there are none, just one!"
Zheng Shijue stared at Zhou Heidan: "Only one! I saw them all!"
Zhou Heidan took out another one: "Sir, it's gone!"
"Also, you kid has a grenade hidden in it, and you treat it like a gold ingot!"
